I walk alone across a pale beach
at midnight, lit by shaky moonlight
reflected from the black ribs
of disturbed sea-shallows. A sharp breeze
beckons from the dunes; inviting warmth,
with duplicitous intent. My ease is not available
for casual enticement.
No, I seek a place of peaceful aloneness
where sloughing sand is my choice,
and possibilities are endless, and chosen.
I look for silences as far as the wide galaxy,
as empty as a sea shell,
as abundant as an insincere smile.
I stop to listen to the rythmic breathing of the strand,
watch seaweeds sashay back and forth
in triple waltz-time across rockpool dance floors;
I don't ask why.
But who will tell me that solitude is fine,
walking with myself, without a shadow in this world,
between land and sea?
I am contained in one-ness.
This is a wildness I surely walk alone.